“You don’t need to apologize either.” “For the manhandling?” That half smile again. “I like a woman who can toss me around.” I bite the inside of my cheek against my answering grin. “I thought we talked about the flirting thing.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He folds my dish towel into a neat rectangle, then drapes it over the handle of my dishwasher. “I’ll be on my best behavior from here on out.”
